"I don't want no lunchbox friends, no. I want someone who understands, oh, oh, no. Come to my house, let's die together, friendship that would last forever, no." She tried to tell the girls, but they continued talking and gossiping about hoes around the cafeteria and which boys they would smash or pass.

She seemed nervous and unhappy sitting at the table with the girls. The gossip made her feel sick to her stomach. She sat up straight like a barbie. Crybaby then noticed you sitting alone.